It was Han Cheng's special arrangement that Ruhua and the other two had dinner together last.

Although no one in the tribe objected to rescuing these three people, Han Cheng knew that many people still felt uncomfortable about it. In order not to affect the unity within the tribe and take care of the emotions of everyone in the tribe, he deliberately made a distinction based on subtle aspects such as eating.

Improve the original people of the Qingque tribe and lower their status, so that the people of the Qingque tribe will feel balanced.

Apart from eating, other aspects, such as sleeping, are the farthest from the fire and the closest to the cave entrance.

The heavy snow that started in the morning stopped in the evening. By this time, the sky was clear and a bright moon hung in the clean night sky, looking exceptionally bright and quiet.

Han Cheng wore a hat and gloves, a bright red fox fur scarf around his neck, and stood in the snow outside the cave with his hands clasped across his chest, quietly looking at the moonlight after the snow. An indescribable tranquility enveloped his heart.

Because the ground was covered with a thick layer of snow and there was a bright moon hanging in the night sky, the night seemed very bright.

Standing here, Han Cheng could see the wall farthest from him and the people standing behind the wall like sculptures, who were responsible for standing guard.

In the night, they appear dark and hazy, like a black curtain separating the distant sky.

The sudden attack by the Teng Snake Tribe the day before yesterday sounded the alarm for everyone in the Qingque Tribe.

Although they repelled the tribe, no one could be sure that the tribe would not make a comeback. For the sake of the tribe and everyone's safety, after temporarily dealing with the problems left over from the war that day, the three giants of the Qingque tribe held an emergency meeting regarding this matter.

The result of the meeting was to change the guard system from daytime to full-day, and someone would also have to guard behind the wall at night.

“Ah~”

Such a quiet and beautiful night will not only affect humans, but also wolves.

Fu Jiang, who was following Han Cheng, had no idea what he had sensed from the night. He looked up at the bright moon in the sky and expressed his feelings with a desolate and distant voice.

However, its expression of emotion was not smooth, as it was forcibly interrupted when it had just called out less than halfway.

A small hand patted its head, and all the subsequent cries were suppressed back into its stomach.

The only one who dares to treat Lord Fujiang so arrogantly is this charlatan Han Cheng.

He turned his head and looked at Fu Jiang, who looked aggrieved. He wondered what sin he had committed to deserve such a master.

After all, you are a ferocious wolf. Can't you save some face for yourself? Wolves also need to save face, okay?

"Woof, woof, woof."

Under the full moon, in the quiet night, Han Cheng looked at Fu Jiang and spoke a foreign language that he extremely didn't want to speak.

Han Cheng was also very tired. He had come to the primitive society for no reason. It would have been fine if he had taught the people in the tribe to speak Mandarin, but now he had to teach a wolf to bark like a dog!

It’s so unfair!

How could there be a time traveler as miserable as myself...

Fu Jiang is very regretful now. Why did he howl for no reason?

After hearing this syllable from his master's mouth, Fu Jiang's hair stood up.

It quietly rolled its eyes to glance at its owner, then... turned around and ran away.

Han Cheng, who could even speak the language of dogs, would never let it succeed. He reached out and grabbed its ears. Then he glared at Fu Jiang.

Fu Jiang became depressed and dejected.

"Woof, woof, woof."

Han Cheng looked at it and spoke again.

Unable to run away, with no way to retreat and no other options left, Fu Jiang reluctantly opened his wolf kiss.

“Woo, woo, woo.”

Asking a wolf to learn to bark like a dog is really too difficult for the wolf!

Even though Fu Jiang's hair stood up, the only sound he made was a slightly similar humming sound.

Han Cheng was already very happy about this.

Teaching Fu Jiang to learn foreign languages ​​was something he had done with great effort. After persisting for a period of time, Fu Jiang was able to make such a whining sound, which had far exceeded Han Cheng's expectations.

"Woof, woof, woof."

“Woo, woo, woo.”

"Woof, woof, woof."

"Woo, woo, woo."

In the courtyard of the Qingque tribe, such a magical scene appeared - a man and a wolf were having a conversation in the dog language that neither of them knew what it meant.

Moreover, the more the people talked, the more excited they became, but the more the wolves talked, the more uncomfortable they felt. The "woooo" sounds they made with difficulty sounded more and more like the whimpering of a bullied young wife.

It's so cruel, so cruel. How can you make things so difficult for wolves?

After a conversation, Han Cheng let go of Fu Jiang's ears. Fu Jiang, as if pardoned, turned around and ran back into the cave. At this moment, he just wanted to get away from his terrifying master as soon as possible, the farther the better!

Han Cheng rubbed his mouth. Damn it, don’t let it go to the end. Fu Jiang didn’t teach well, and I can’t change it...

Heavy snow covered the mountains and forests, and not only primitive people lacked food, but animals did too.

Carnivores are better off because what they need is meat and they will not be covered by the heavy snow. But herbivores are in a difficult situation.

Salt mountain.

The arrogant old deer used his long hooves to dig up a thick patch of snow, revealing some dead grass covered with snow residue.

It stretched its head forward, wrapped its tongue around the dry grass, bit it with its teeth, and pulled it up and down with force, and the old yellow grass with ice fell into its mouth.

The grass tasted bad, it was icy, hard, and very difficult to chew, so after it went around in the deer's mouth, it was rinsed out.

The old deer snorted in disgust, then raised his head and looked to the south. It was as quiet as before and there was nothing there. After looking like this for a while, the disappointed old deer had to lower his head and eat the hard grass that he disliked.

In the past, Mr. Deer was not like this. He would happily eat the grass dug out from the snow. But this is not the case this year.

Since the beginning of winter, those "two-legged animals" with short legs have often fed it delicious dried grass. This has been going on for more than a month, and before it knew it, Uncle Deer's mouth has been spoiled.

It was used to eating dried grass with the smell of sunshine, but now it found it hard to swallow the grass dug out from the snow.

Although these little brothers of it are not as serious as it is, they are also not as delicious as before.

Uncle Deer was eating the grass on the ground bit by bit, seeming a little absent-minded.

Suddenly, its long ears turned half a circle, facing south, and its head raised up.

On the snow in the south, a group of two-legged beasts appeared, led by the little two-legged beast that was often bullied by it and had to give it food.

In the little two-legged animal's arms was the dried grass that it had been dreaming about.

It hasn't been eaten for two days!

The arrogant old deer also became arrogant. It snorted happily, then ran quickly towards the little biped with its long thin legs...

(Thank you all for your understanding and support. I won’t cut it off. It would be a waste if I spent so much time on it. I just feel helpless when I think about it. I always want to turn over a new leaf, but the posture is always wrong… Just bear with it. It takes ten years for a daughter-in-law to become a mother-in-law.)